While I was writing my first novel I did.
No matter where I went, no matter whom I met, it seemed messeges came my way that directly related to the theme and plot of my story.
It was eerie. It was mysterious. It was exciting.
It made me feel as if I were on the right path, that this story was meant to be written. By me. At this time.
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| By jef safi |
Whom was I to think that I had anything special to say?
Then when I exposed my work to teachers and critique partners, the painful reality set in. I wasn't good enough. Dear God, I wasn't good enough.
Add years of study and practice and revising.
And now the true test begins.
Submission time.
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| By alex drennan |
No.
Give me serendipity!
(Photo credit: Right place, right time, by The Rocketter)


